’ She stopped, her lips tightening. She could not stir hand or foot. ’ There was a pause. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. "Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily. Something changed for her. " "Ay, ay," observed Jonathan, "you'll give the keepers of his Majesty's jails some trouble before you're many years older, I'll warrant you. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room.
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